Poetry

I lie in my bed trying to sleep - Ghosts 
Of the past hauting me deep
Tossing & turning I twist the mat
unable to sleep i hurt by back

A warm hand covers my sweaty face
Gentle voice reaches my ear - Sleep My darling 
He rocks me in his arm 
My tender lover

I wake up to find him holding me tight
My face resting on his might
Oh what a dream I think to myself
Being loved by ones own self

Far somewhere I hear a noise
Wake up Wake up - Its time it says
My eyes pop up so it was a dream
I laugh to myself & set to leave..